NASCAR NATION: DAYTONA 500

Every February Nascar and Daytona bring you 'The Great American Race'
a 'Victory Lane Trophy' drivers feel is THE most satisfying to embrace
The 500 begins each season for the most intrepid competitors on earth
experiencing a race live is the only way to appreciate it's actual worth

Racing inches apart at 200 plus mph requires inexplicable desire
this 2.5 mile track guarantees side by side intensity wire to wire
A concern always at this speedway is surviving the dreaded 'Big One'
fans crave the imminent crash as long as the injury report is none

I get never winning a Daytona 500 is disappointing but not the worst
many before and many more will fail to cross any finish-line first
Implying no Daytona 500 negates an otherwise stellar career is a crime
ONE isn't assured so shouldn't 55 make you one of the best of all time

Racing made it possible for unknowns worldwide to become big stars
just good ole boys who's lives revolve around driving fast cars
The originators couldn't know circling repetitively was bound to thrive
Petty, Earnhart , Pearson, and many more greats helped make it survive

Nascar knew being family friendly and fan importance was of the utmost
they give back plenty and to millions they have become a worthy host
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
Got Nascar! I'm not as dedicated since Rusty retired!
It is still worth a watch.....

tweaked 9/13/17

Subject to change!

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Comments (2)

mcradloff
I watch Nascar about as much as I watch soccer, not too much. I think like hockey you would have to see it live to get excited about it. I went to one professional baseball game at Target Field in Minneapolis. It was fun because it was an experience, the drive 270 miles to get there, the food, the trip on the metro rail, the rain that came and went, even though I had bought the seats to stay out of the rain.head banger
SCatlyn
My uncles in Kannapolis, N. Carolina would agree with you. My dad sold his car(not a racecar) to his brother, who eventually sold it to Dale, Sr. My family on my father's side personally knew Ralph Earnhart, too.

Nice tribute write, (though I wouldn't want to have a loved one in the sport).

SCatlyn rose
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